Lately, I have been trying to figure out why there are mice in this house. They aren’t getting into the food…. there is no evidence they’re even trying. The only things we’ve found chewed on were some bags of papers in the Kidling’s room. I have traps all over, baited with peanut butter… and they’ve been ignored for two months now. Early this morning, I was in the bathroom, and a mouse ran right over my foot. (I have no idea how I didn’t wake the entire neighborhood, because, yes, I DID scream.)
Then this afternoon, I had a visitor of a different kind. I was sitting at my desk when a male Cardinal flew at the window next to me. He didn’t hit it….he hovered there, like some sort of Cardinal/hummingbird cross, then swooped down and landed in front of the house. A few moments later, and off he went.
Cardinals seem to be associated with the spirits of departed loved ones. I don’t know if the bird I saw was Dad checking in, or someone else. Mice are said to be connected with traversing the maze of life. Right now, I could maybe use the help… if I could figure out the message.